Diamond 1: Emma Frost [In Person]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[One of the bedroom doors bursts open and a blond woman dressed all in white walks out. She looks from side to side, cautiously, before walking down the hall.]

Scott? Hank? Logan?

[She stops, closes her eyes and presses her hands to the sides of her head. For a moment she is quiet, then she looks confused, and a little worried.]

...where am I?

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[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[Ed blinks up in confusion at the newcomer]

Ed.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[She blinks down at the small child.]

That's not really an answer. Who are you, and what is this place?

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

Ed is Ed.

[Ed points to herself]

Ed isn't Hank, or Scott, or Logan. Ed is Ed.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Very astute of you.

Could you tell me where I am?

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh!

[In Person]

[p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com]

[Having troubles already with his random ability, one that wasn't particularly welcomed. He'd already experienced something similar during the week they turned into animals, but being unable to control when he became that panther? It was once again just another step further of humiliation.

Having just had another random episode he stumbled down the halls until he spotted Emma. He cocks a brow and gives her a once over.]

A place called the Manor.

Re: [In Person]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a sharp, but wary look.]

That doesn't tell me much.

[Screw it. Poking around in heads is easier than asking questions.]

What is the nature of this place?

[She asks this as she places a hand to her temple and seeks out the answer in his mind.]

[In Person]

[p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com]

[Shrugging he winces, his head didn't feel too great after his last flit. At least this time his ears hadn't appeared.]

We know very little ourselves. We've been kidnapped by a girl who goes under the alias of the Author. We're just here for her amusement.

As it stands this week she has given us strange abilities--

[His eyes narrow at her, he didn't like it.]

What are you doing?

Re: [In Person]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[She didn't answer. What he said didn't matter. The question was asked to bring the answer to the surface of his mind. But what he said deviated little from what he thought, and knew.

She dug deeper, and found little else. Though what brief glimpses she caught of the rest of his mind was both intriguing and off-putting.]

I was, in layman's terms, reading your mind. I had to know the truth.

[In Person]

[p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com]

[His breath catches in his throat. She was doing what?! How dare she intrude on his mind. What else had she been looking at? Did she see him? The man with the purple eyes? His humiliation that day of simply being left alive so the maggot could feel his fear. His fist shook as he clenched it. Or could she have been bluffing? Wait before you strike, you'll just get in trouble again.]

Forgive me if I accuse you of being delusional.

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[Blond woman. Ed doesn't like blonds. Mamimi freezes and bristles like an angry cat. Her face, however, remains mostly impassive]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Emma catches sight of the girl and pauses.]

What is this place?

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[And she's pretty with HUGE tits. Just like Sempai's new girlfriend. Just like the girl sempai always wanted. The girl Mamimi wasn't.]

Nowhere.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Emma doesn't have to read Mamimi's mind to feel the emotions pouring off her like waves. It's easy. The girl's lit up like a neon sign. Resentment. Annoyance. Anger. A hint of jealousy, perhaps?]

Helpful as that is, could you be more specific, dear?

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[That's right. All her hatred, all her jealousy, all her pain, all her anger, all of her negative emotions and experiences, she's projecting them all at Emma. Emma is the enemy. Emma is that pretty American girl who stole her Sempai from her.]

There isn't anything more specific. Nowhere is nowhere and will always be nowhere.

[In person]

[pintsizedempath.livejournal.com]

[Raven was heading in the opposite direction to Emma, when she sensed something strange - well, two things. She was new. And she was a telepath..]

Have you just arrived..?

Re: [In person]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Emma turns to the person who spoke. A young girl. She had powers, clearly, but there was something else to her. Something dark.]

I suppose I have, yes. Wherever this is.

[In person]

[pintsizedempath.livejournal.com]

[Mental block going up right about now]

The Manor. You're going to be stuck here for a while, just a warning

Re: [In person]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she senses that, and it sends up warning flags. Don't worry; she's made note of you, and she'll investigate later.]

Well, good to know that. I suppose there's no way out, then, or no communication with the outside world?

[In person]

[pintsizedempath.livejournal.com]

If there was a way out, there wouldn't be anyone here. And no, we can only communicate with other people who're stuck here with us.

[always-strength.livejournal.com]

Are you new? I've volunteered to help new people!

((would prefer if Emma didn't read Ran's thoughts, but if you'd like to discuss I'm on AIM at anantipodean! Cheers!))

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

(then I'll avoid it for the time being. there's a permission post in Emma's account, if you want to discuss details of what Emma could/couldn't see in Ran's mind)

[Emma turns to the girl.]

That's very sweet of you. Can you tell me where I am?

[She has her own theories, of course, but an official version might be nice.]

[always-strength.livejournal.com]

Well, the welcome packet (http://hell-is-silent.livejournal.com/1457.html) describes the situation, but as for where we are ... it doesn't really make sense.

Conan-kun told me it's like a science fiction movie in that people are here from worlds where things happen differently.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Ah, thank you.

So this is a crossroads of the dimensions? (Great.) Well, I've dealt with worse, I suppose...

[always-strength.livejournal.com]

That's one way of putting it, I suppose! At the moment, no one's really sure ...

This isn't the first time that something like this has happened for you?